Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by MC5. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.